Helluva Boss Josh Novels & Stories

Uriel reacted quickly, rolling to the side to hide their compromising position. "Sir, forgive me..." Uriel stammered in Carter’s voice. "I was only trying to lift your son; he collapsed for no reason after the healer's sacrifice." Together, Derand and Uriel lifted Dorian’s dead weight. Astaroth remained silent, analyzing the scene. He realized that Dorian’s father was completely unaware of the secret relationship; to him, Carter was just an efficient employee. If the truth came out, Dorian would lose the empire and end up on the streets. Uriel’s secret was the only chain keeping the CEO safe.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

He chuckled, pointing his nose and adjusting his shirt, he was very muscular, his pronounced biceps peeping through his designer vintage shirt. "It's wrong already, so it's not about how I get it. It's about what it is. And you know what, it is what it is. I'll be fine as always. And let me correct you, accept the fact that you need help. Even bosses need help too, so it's not embarrassing to need help." I added. "I really want to find out some personal things about him, and since you both have history, you're the right person to answer these questions." He indicated, looking slowly at the list he had in his hand.

See you tomorrow. His reply came back within th ree seconds. A single thumbs-up emoji. I stared at the screen, already picturing seventy-two hours alone in a city where no one knew my name, locked away in a hotel suite with my boss. No rules. No husband. No conscience.

I said before drinking my iced coffee and eating an Alcapone doughnut. “It’s already over, yes, but that kind of thing is still infuriating. You’ve been at your job for so long, then they just fire you like that. What’s that? Don’t they value their employees at all? Who is your boss so I can punch her lungs,” Charlie said angrily. “You’re stupid. She’s a woman,” I told him. “So what? I’ll pull her hair if she wants,” Charlie replied. I laughed because his ridiculous side was showing again.